Today is Dassera a major festival in India and I am stuck in office again. From the last 6-7 years, I have spent dassera and Diwali in office, be it India or now in Netherlands. The day would start by worshiping the work tools like books or tools which we use to earn a living.
I remember how in Mumbai, we use to celebrate dassera by exchanging Shami tree leaves as gold with elders and friends. We would go around the building visiting each and every house exchanging leaves which was gold for that day. There was no enemy on that day. Each and every person was given gold (shami leaves); feet of elders were touched in respect. We also visited those who we never visited the whole year.
We would carry plastic bags filled with the shami leaves. At the end of the day, the bags would be filled with a lot of leaves. For that evening we felt very rich. The next day it was just a lot of garbage. With age, we stopped the insane collection of wealth but the feeling of warmth still remained. And anyways could not buy anything with leaves, can we?
Of course there was the food that would be made that day. I called up home to learn that it was Shrikhand Puri in the menu. Tasty I must say!
Yesterday night it rained heavily with god taking a lot of pictures. I mean with lot of lightning. A Dutch colleague of mine took an excellent photo with his digital SLR. If possible I would post that picture. It has the lightning across the sky, pictured in its full splendor. Make me want to buy a digital SLR camera. But its costly so not sure if I want to spend so much.
On Saturday I had a haircut. I haven’t had a haircut in almost 3-4 months now. So on Saturday when Vijay had called the barber, I offered my head. Now since childhood I always cut my hairs very short. I hate haircuts and more I hate combing hairs. The effect can be seen because I have a hairless patch at the back of my head making an almost perfect circle. Iska matlab apun taklu horela hai (I am getting bald)
Its easy for me to instruct the barber. I tell him;
“Left side se chota kato, right side se chota karo, peeche se chota kato aur upar se bhi chota kato. Koi baal pakde to haath main nahi aane chahiye” (Cut from left, right, back and above. Cut my hairs so small that if anyone tries to hold them, they should not be able to hold it).
The barber as instructed cut my hairs very small making me look well lets say not handsome. But then I don’t look handsome in long hairs too. So no big deal. Today morning when I entered the office, everybody looked at me. A loss of hair gives you a different look literally and such short hairs brought a smile to so many people.
As I walked past my colleagues, they looked up and started smiling at me. I never knew that a simple act of sacrifice (me getting a haircut) could bring a smile to all my colleagues. I am so overwhelmed. I was touched.
It was drizzling today morning and as I made my way to the office without an umbrella with “raindrops falling on my head”. By the time I reached office, small drops formed droplets on my short short hairs. I could not even shake my head like the way Shahrukh Khan does shaking his head and shaking all the water (DDLJ, KANK). I don’t have much hairs, you see.
My colleague ‘H’ came from behind and said “Yeh kya kar liya” (What did you do?” pointing to my hairs.
“Tum toh chamak rahe ho” (you are shining) pointing to the droplets on my head.
I smile at him and say nothing. What is there to say? I do have a very shining personality!